Purge of the Paragons

God Fight

The party arrives at the city of Thorin where they are given the option to join the Alliance Guard.
All have accepted the offer.

The party march onward to the barracks where they sleep for the night. Their training starts tomorrow.
For many weeks they trained so eventually they would leave that fortress and venture to the front lines to battle the hordes of orcs at the brim of the kingdom of Moriadin.
The night is cool and quiet Jernigan and Peter were on petrol of the south gate, the rest of the party is asleep in the quarters 100 feet to their left.

Suddenly the ground begins to shake ever so slightly. They see a dim light over by the west gate it appears to be lit on the outside of the wall. An explosion occurs The wall of the west side falls completely.
A loud horn begins to sound as orcs rush in through the opening. The party quickly defends themselves against whatever orcs try to attack. They are surrounded until a few dwarves come in from the barracks behind the party and rush to the front. Each of them is carrying a large tower shield with a small square hole near the top. The shield completely covers their bodies from head to top.

The commander rides in on a camel. “Quickly this way we need to you go to the capital.”

The party runs to the path Jay cleared and storm along the sides of the wall. Jernigan looks back and sees one of the dwarves getting hacked the pieces. The commander yells “LEAVEHIM! All of you knew what you signed up for!” Ahead of the party wait a large woman with an equally large axe and sword, a dwarf in a long chain shirt, and a heavily plated dwarf that looks well polished he seems to be in a high position.

The dwarf in the long chain shirt is holding the gold encrusted box, the same box that the creatures were after during the caravan raid. “We have to take this to Erackinor! It’s not safe here” The large woman mounts a camel that is hooked on to a wagon that seems capable of fitting the party inside.

Behind them is another explosion. The southern wall falls and the remaining dwarves are trampled. Five orcs are rushing towards the wagon.

You find yourself in a holding cell made of very sturdy wood bouncing on a wagon. You cannot see anything because there seems to be a cloth tarp placed over the cell. You can feel other people in the cell with you.
Off comes the tarp as you’re blinded by the sun’s blazing rays. You can hear the wheels of the wagon rolling on top of the sand. Your mouth dries and eyes grow weary as the sun sets. The caravan comes to a stop as the day ends.

Suddenly one of the carts explodes in the distance. Everyone is now alert for many movement. Fire rains from the sky as pieces of wood on fire fall. The caravan guards are running in fear, unorganized. They were not prepared for an attack this far out in the desert. The fire spreads to the cart you’re on.

As the group of captives flail and ram the cell. Another explosion occurs sending your cart flying into the air and crashing down on three guards. There is a hole on one side of the cell. As the party begin to climb out they pause in sight of something devious.

From the sand rise five dark figures. The guards form a semi circle around them. A lone guard runs towards a dark being with his halberd and lands it directly through its stomach. The figure takes off its scarf and reveals a putrid face. The smell of rotting flesh fills the air and its eyes glow a low red.

The creature grabs hold of the halberd and plunges it further into its body. From its back it pulls a scimitar from the sheath and dices the guard like dinner. The other creatures make haste with slashing the rest of the guards.

These demons approach the cart the captives are located in and being to search for something. One of the creatures pulls out a box engraves with gold from the wreckage. As they begin their retreat the party hears a horn being blown and 10 knights riding in from a distance.

The creatures begin to flea but they didn’t get as far as they hoped. A large man wearing gilded armor walks up to the captives.
“Come with us, you are free now.”